"He got on his phone and called for our ride as I walked back into the office laughing. Sandra hugged me and whispered; "he looks like a Sherlock gran...pa, and I think he's funny."Sean hollered out our ride was here. We went out the door into a withering hail of gunfire. I pushed Sandra back inside and tipped the metal desk over and got behind it with her. I pulled the fifty and waited to see who would come through the door while wondering if Sean was ok. I heard a few more shots then sirens. She was extraordinarily tight. Turning her face back to his, she started moving her hips back and forth. They looked into one another’s eyes as she planted a series of soft kisses on his lips. Only about a third of him was inside her, but he couldn’t have cared less. This was perfect. He embraced her and she put her chin on his shoulder, making a series of visceral little groans as she quickened the pace. Then she put her hands on his chest and pushed, breaking the embrace and curving. Erin had never had her bottom penetrated by anything before and a thrill went through her at the prospect. Any other time and she may well have reacted strongly against this unnatural invasion, but tonight she felt free, uninhibited and up for anything, and so instead of resisting she pushed back as much as she could, inviting his finger into her arse. He penetrated her far more easily than she expected, his finger was made wet with her juices and slipped inside her with almost no resistance.. Her hair was plastered to her face by a mixture of sweat and dried semen, bite marks on her tits were beginning to bruise, her labia was red, swollen and protruding more than I had ever seen, her pubic hair was matted with dried cum. John told her to raise her ass off the floor and spread her legs, as she did her pussy was spread wide and displayed easily the still leaking cum. After a few shoots he told her to kneel and spread her ass. Her anus was still gaping and red, after some more close.